I’ve been writing this blog for five days now. Five. Not because I didn’t know what I wanted to say. Because every time I thought I had it figured out, something felt off. I’d write. Delete. Rewrite. Go sit on the porch. Watch the rain. Listen to a song. Think about a conversation. Notice something in the sky. Start over. Again. Could I give you every breadcrumb? Sure. The songs. The conversations. The dreams. The patterns. The random o

Somewhere between training wheels, Dorothy clicking her heels, old Sunday school songs and Queen wanting to ride a bicycle… my brain connected some things sitting on the porch this morning 😆